This reminds me of when I was a kid growing up on 8 mile long before that dude Eminem... He never really lived here because I never seen him and I used to run up and down the street I still do every day I still live here and he's never dead. But 2 live crew was the wildest concert at the state fairgrounds and I would hear that all night laying in bed as a little. And I would hear the curse words and I would say ooh. So as a grown man today I say the same thing like man if I was walking my kid in Detroit and my kids seen that big Billboard I'm gonna cover his face like it's rated R movies in 1984. Lol. All my life people have said I need to watch my mouth and that dude has been publicly fowl. The world is a weird backwards place because I could be crazier or I am crazier than him but I have to be reserved because friends family and public tell me to calm down but then I see the whole world paying tickets and waiting 10 hours in line for the dude that perpetrated my whole style to begin with
Shoes pants chest shoulders , Don’t play with me cuz I’m not a controller police nem got behind me this bitch a man now watch me stand up in the motor , I was laughing when I seen diddy play the joker , I’m getting chips in my life I ain’t talking about poker Hola at me if you need a zip try to run up on me Nigga u can get a clip, she like talking shit so I nutted on her lips Get her taxes go to fiery crab get lobster tales king crabs n shrimps , ima mf pimp u not fuckin with a simp ,
I heard this song at a powerlifting meet that I spectated. It sounds like PRs are about to be broken, which they did break records back to back. I had to Shazam this song right then and there. It's the piano and the grunt noises that sounds like a street fighter character using their grapple/throw technique, that makes this 😗👌.
@@adibigdrip1887 there is a sub bass which some modern rap producers use such as hitkidd or taykeith/ atx boz etc... mostly memphis producers still using this type of bass
Lyric: Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everybody has a private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me, are you trying to get through Are you reaching out for me, and I'm reaching out for you I'm just so fuckin' depressed I just can't seem to get out this slump If I could just get over this hump But I need something to pull me out this dump I took my bruises, took my lumps Fell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up In order for me to pick that mic back up I don't know how or why or when And I ended up in this position I'm in I'm starting to feel distant again So I decided just to pick this pen Up and tried to make an attempt to vent, but I just can't admit Or come to grips, with the fact that I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet And I know some shits so hard to swallow But I just can't sit back and wallow In my own sorrow, but I know one fact I'll be one tough act to follow One tough act to follow, copy, one tough act to follow Here today, gone tomorrow But you have to walk a thousand miles In my shoes, just to see What it's like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what I'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor Everything is so tense and gloom I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room Just as soon as I walk in It's like all eyes on me, so I try to avoid any eye contact 'Cause if I do that then it opens a door to conversation, like I want that I'm not looking for extra attention I just want to be just like you Blend in with the rest of the room Maybe just point me to the closest restroom I don't need no fucking manservant Trying to follow me around, and wipe my ass Laugh at every single joke I crack And half of 'em ain't even funny like hahaha Marshall, you're so funny man, you should be a comedian, god damn Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown So why don't you all sit down Listen to the tale I'm about to tell Hell, we don't have to trade our shoes And you don't have to walk no thousand miles In my shoes, just to see What it's be like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what I'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so Nobody asked for life to deal us With these bullshit hands we're dealt We gotta take these cards ourselves And flip them, don't expect no help Now I could have either just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned Or take this situation in which I'm placed in And get up and get my own, I was never the type of kid To wait by the door and pack his bags Or sat on the porch and hoped and prayed For a dad to show up who never did I just wanted to fit in, every single place, every school I went I dreamed of being that cool kid Even if it meant acting stupid, Aunt Edna always told me Keep making that face till it gets stuck like that Meanwhile I'm just standing there Holding my tongue up trying to talk like this Till I stuck my tongue on the frozen stop sign pole at eight years old I learned my lesson and cause I wasn't tryin to impress my friends no more But I already told you my whole life story Not just based on my description 'Cause where you see it from where you're sitting Is probably a hundred and ten percent different I guess we would have to walk a mile In each other's shoes, at least What size you wear? I wear tens Let's see if you can fit your feet In my shoes, just to see What it's be like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what I'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everybody has a private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me, are you trying to get through Are you reaching out for me, and I'm reaching out for you Yea, to my babies, stay strong, Daddy will be home soon And to the rest of the world, God gave you the shoes That fit you, so put em on and wear 'em And be yourself man, be proud of who you are Even if it sounds corny Don't ever let no one tell you, you ain't beautiful, so
[Verse 1] I'm just so fuckin' depressed I just can't seem to get out this slump If I could just get over this hump But I need somethin' to pull me out this dump I took my bruises, took my lumps Fell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up In order for me to pick the mic back up I don't know how or why or when I ended up in this position I'm in I'm starting to feel distant again So I decided just to pick this pen Up and try to make an attempt to vent But I just can't admit Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap I need a new outlet And I know some shit's so hard to swallow But I just can't sit back and wallow In my own sorrow, but I know one fact: I'll be one tough act to follow One tough act to follow, I'll be one tough act to follow Here today, gone tomorrow But you'd have to walk a thousand miles- [Verse 2] I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor Everything's so tense and gloom I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature Of the room, just as soon as I walk in, it's like all eyes on me So I try to avoid any eye contact ‘Cause if I do that, then it opens a door For conversation like I want that I'm not lookin' for extra attention I just wanna be just like you Blend in with the rest of the room Maybe just point me to the closest restroom I don't need no fuckin' man servant Tryna follow me around and wipe my ass Laugh at every single joke I crack And half of 'em ain't even funny, like, "Ha! Marshall, you're so funny, man You should be a comedian, goddamn!" Unfortunately I am I just hide behind the tears of a clown So why don't you all sit down? Listen to the tale I'm about to tell Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes And you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles- [Verse 3] Nobody asked for life to deal us With these bullshit hands we're dealt We gotta take these cards ourselves And flip 'em, don't expect no help Now, I could've either just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned Or take this situation in which I'm placed in And get up and get my own I was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags And sat on the porch and hoped and prayed For a dad to show up who never did I just wanted to fit in in every single place, every school I went I dreamed of being that cool kid Even if it meant acting stupid Aunt Edna always told me: "Keep making that face, it'll get stuck like that." Meanwhile, I'm just standin' there Holdin' my tongue, tryin' to talk like this 'Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old I learned my lesson then ‘Cause I wasn't tryin' to impress my friends no mo' But I already told you my whole life story Not just based on my description ‘Cause where you see it from where you're sittin' It's probably 110% different I guess we would have to walk a mile in each other's shoes at least What size you wear? I wear 10's Let's see if you can fit your feet-
Intro Music is better then sex to me ..life of Cain coming soon My musics Worth more then Money to me I want want to be rich and have my money’ working for me Verse 1 Goodnight I went to bed a good guy Then woke up a BaD Guy ! With a black Mask Sitting on bag full of cash Right By My Bedside! Wondering if I !? I told myself the Last Time That would be the Last Time I’d commit a Fast Crime ! Must’ve of blacked out I was down to my Last Dime
I'm just so fuckin' depressed I just can't seem to get out this slump If I could just get over this hump But I need something to pull me out this dump I took my bruises, took my lumps Fell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up In order for me to pick that mic back up I don't know how or why or when And I ended up in this position I'm in I starting to feel distant again So I decided just to pick this pen Up and tried to make an attempt to vent, but I just can't admit Or come to grips, with the fact that I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet I know some shits so hard to swallow And I just can't sit back and wallow In my own sorrow, but I know one fact I'll be one tough act to follow One tough act to follow, copy, one tough act to follow Here today, gone tomorrow But you have to walk a thousand miles In my shoes, just to see What it'd be like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what I'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's mind Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor Everything is so tense and gloom I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room Just as soon as I walk in It's like all eyes on me, so I try to avoid any eye contact Cause if I do that then it opens a door to conversation, like I want that I'm not looking for extra attention I just want to be just like you Blend in with the rest of the room Maybe just point me to the closest restroom I don't need no fucking manservant Follow me around, and wiping my ass Laugh at every single joke I crack And half of 'em ain't even funny like Haha Marshall, you're so funny man, you should be a comedian, god damn Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown So why don't you all sit down Listen to the tale I'm about to tell Hell, we don't have to trade our shoes And you don't have to walk no thousand miles In my shoes, just to see What it'd be like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what I'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's mind Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you Nobody asked for life to deal us With these bullshit hands we're dealt We gotta take these cards ourselves Flip them, don't expect no help, now I could have either just Sat on my ass and pissed and moaned But take this situation in which I'm placed in And get up and get my own, I was never the type of kid To wait but I know to unpack his bags Never sat on the porch and hoped and prayed For a dad to show up who never did I just wanted to fit in, every single place, every school I went I dreamed of being that cool kid Even if it meant acting stupid, Aunt Edna always told me Keep making that face till it gets stuck like that Meanwhile I'm just standing there Holding my tongue up trying to talk like this Till I stuck my tongue on the frozen stop sign pole at eight years old I learned my lesson and cause I wasn't tryin to impress my friends no more But I already told you my whole life story Not just based on my description Cause where you see it from where you're sitting Is probably a hundred and ten percent different I guess we would have to walk a mile In each other's shoes, at least What size you where? I wear tens Let's see if you can fit your feet In my shoes, just to see What it'd be like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what I'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's mind Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everybody has a private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me, are you trying to get through Are you reaching out for me, and I'm reaching out for you Yea, to my babies. Stay strong. Daddy will be home soon And to the rest of the world, God gave you the shoes That fit you, so put em on and wear 'em And be yourself man, be proud of who you are Even if it sounds corny, Don't ever let no one tell you, you ain't beautiful
Man this is realy nice, look i am out of germany not looking for money just want to bring a message out in this world, if you know where to find a free version of this beat , please let me know, thanks, God bless ya.
